Gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically

I took Grace to her dad's this evening and learned a second important life lesson: don't get Nachoz from Sheetz when you're going to be driving for 2 hours with your dog in the passenger seat.

The first important life lesson learned a few weeks ago: don't get a Sheetza Pizza when you're going to be driving for 2 hours with your dog in the passenger seat.

Anyways, all that to say - after my Nachoz were 2 hours old, and my daughter had been dropped off, I headed to the nearest park with the dog in search of a picnic table (more desireable than a steering wheel). The nearest park that I knew of happened to be one that I on maybe three past occasions had found a smidgeon of solace. I could be, in the woods, with Grace, without him and there was peace. It was interesting being back there and feeling just a tinge of the old helplessness. But I enjoyed my Nachoz: didn't linger over the task. Just sat under my umbrella (a rainy picnic) and ate them then packed up my garbage and loaded my dog. Drove home.

Favorite sight while driving home: a red-winged black bird sitting on a fluffed out cattail.

fantastic

Add it to the list of things I absolutely neeeeeeeed:

Alliums. Gorgeous.

(p.s. I didn't take this photo...just Google image searched it)

Eating Cookies

Two days completely wasted due to the strep of the throat. Goodness. Yesterday's plan was to inoculate some stumps with some shittake plug spawn I bought...that will have to wait as it wasn't accomplished today either. The only accomplishment of the day (other than one amazing nap with Grace), was chocolate chip cookies. Oh and bills, but blah.

We voted against poured concrete pillars in lieu of treated lumber pillars. So my next step is making those treated lumber pillars out of 3 5x2"s soaked in motor oil and fasted together in some shape or form (I have such a clear cut picture as to how this is all coming together, obviously...). Haven't worked on them yet, as my spare time after work has been spent trying to prep the garden. 10 years it took dad to get the soil to an amazing state...1 year it took me to take it alllllll the way back to the beginning. I'm just *that* good. So I've done two passes with the tiller (which I was super excited to actually start by myself, after a good 5 minutes of standing in the garden simply looking at it thinking "what the crap is a choke?"), I need to do at least 5 more, then let the weeds grow and kill them off, till again and plant. And labor day is this coming Monday.

Behind. Very, very behind.

As dad says, "you've got more ideas, than you have time." I wish it wasn't such a toss up between having to have a real job with all the "security" that promises, and actually doing the things that are important in life.

Enough. I'm gonna eat me some cookies.